What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 06:35
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I never knew my life mattered”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Mothership alien sorceress
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Analysts revamp forecast for Nvidia-backed AI stock - TheStreet
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why is digital marketing important?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Do people have to be a pastor to baptize?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
What is your best forbidden sex story that felt so right?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I seen it all in my short life
Is Matt Gaetz qualified to be Attorney General of the United States?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why do I feel worthless most of the time?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
What have I done wrong? How can I start over?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Movin objects mentally
Why are Republican politicians so afraid to oppose Trump?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
How do you know when someone really loves you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Know your enemies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll see you when I get there,
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If it ain't
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The other one don't understand me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Three months later we run our own caper,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
What does life mean without death?
No smile is genuine or real,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,